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The Fall
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2026-05-23 09:00:00The screen lit up and my entire world cracked open in front of hundreds of people.
The video started with clear footage of David in his study. He stood up from his wheelchair without any struggle, stretched his legs like it was the most natural thing in the world, and walked across the room. Then came the phone call. His voice filled the entire hall, loud and clear through the speakers.
“Yes, baby. I miss you and our daughter too. Just a little longer. Clara
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